Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 164

Episode #164. What a foolish look you are.

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Ainsha stood alone.

An investigator of the white dragon clan with high spirits.

Among them, who were confronting each other, it was naturally the monks who started moving first.

As much as their purpose was to hinder the pursuit, it wasn’t just their intention to hinder Limon from finding clues.

because everyone knew

A future where if we don’t attack now, we won’t even be given a chance to fight.

Perong!

The first thing that flew in was a shock.

The psionics emitted from the hem of the clothes worn by the ten monks piled up in layers and surged like waves.

What follows is the blade.

Dozens of monks with swords, spears, and swords at the forefront rushed like arrows in pursuit of the psionic torrent.

It is a barrier that supports the rear.

The remaining monks, who have formed a formation, resonate with the psionics and prepare to intercept something.

Compared to the monks who moved in perfect order, Ainsha’s response was simple.

Spreading one hand expressionlessly.

A simple action that doesn’t look threatening or powerful at all.

However, what happened the moment the hand was squeezed was never simple.

Kwakwagwagwang!

Just as white light shimmers, the pure white barrier that protrudes from the ground scatters the waves of psionics.

The monks who rushed with spears and knives jumped up and tried to cross the barrier, but that was only their wish.

The moment Ainsha turned her hand over.

The shattered barrier instantly turned into dozens of birds of light that flew towards them.

Only a few investigators were able to intercept the bird that flew like a beam of light.

Even so, it was the same as the moment when the bird was cut down with a weapon, it was scattered in the air and then fell, vomiting blood at the body headbutt of the bird that came together again.

Like a pine cone, a bird of light that flies unstoppably to the remaining monks through the falling figures.

But they weren’t upset.

It seems that this situation has already been foreseen.

I wield my hands and weapons with psionics that I have amplified in advance.

Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Jangpung, wind, jipung, sword wind, etc.

Dozens of psionics flying through the air strike the birds as a storm of telekinesis that can tear even iron.

The brilliance of a shattering bird.

Instead, it appeared on the spot.

Hundreds and thousands of extremely thin threads that were intertwined with each other to form the shape of a bird were revealing their true form as the psionics dispersed.

The moment the gap was revealed.

The friars who were intercepted by the birds and fell rushed at Ainsha even with blood on their mouths.

As they saw with their foreknowledge, they were aiming for the only opportunity to approach her.

But she foresaw this situation as well.

That’s why she moves the one finger she intentionally left behind.

That minute movement is amplified by psionics, and the dozens of threads entangled in the fingers are delicately adjusted according to the celestial netting style.

The threads are entangled to form the shape of a cow.

The form is endowed with psionics.

Three cows surrounded by pure white brilliance run at the monks as if they were alive.

and a clash ensued.

Boom cooong! Pooh!

The monks, who had already suffered internal injuries in the first skirmish, could not avoid the bull’s charge and were thrown away.

They also cut down cows with weaponry, but the thread imbued with psionics sheds all attacks with flexibility and strength.

Driven into a corner, they were saved by a psionic storm that flew in again.

When the telekinesis from dozens of people cancels out the psionics in the thread and slows the movement of the cow.

The remaining three monks reach Ainsha, avoiding the charge of the cow.

It’s not an ordinary three people.

Each master of the master class.

Among the hundred or so White Dragons gathered here, the three most powerful monks brandish their weapons at Ainsha.

Kaga River!

But that effort is in vain.

The moment Ainsha opened her cardigan.

The cardigan, which was originally a normal cloth, became hard like an iron wall in Venus and bounced off weapons.

The cardigan swayed like a wave and the wave of psionic waves swept over the three investigators at once.

“Ouch!”

“Heuk!”

Like a storm that erupted right in front of their noses, the powerful psionics shook their intestines, and the three monks vomited blood and bounced back.

Ainsha doesn’t even look at them.

I just stared at the psionic storm that flew in again with an expressionless expression.

“It’s annoying. It ends in one shot.”

Just as he had predicted before the fight, Ainsha clenched his fists tightly.

And the moment when the two types of psionics flowing through the cardigan were blown into hundreds of threads through my fingers.

The threads are elaborately intertwined, creating hundreds of weapons in the air.

?Seventy-two kinds of martial arts, three seasons,

seventy-two kinds of martial arts, three martial arts, one-on-one fights,

white

warfare,

kendo, changgeuk, woltoe, etc.

The hundred weapons, each in a different shape and shining white, are rather psionic furnaces than weapons.

Just the aftermath that was created burns the psionics the investigators shot.

Tadadat!

Could it be that I felt that mighty power?

Or is it an instinctive sense of danger?

Investigators who lined up with Oh put their hands on the back of the person in front of them and infused their psionics into them.

forward, forward, and forward.

Dozens of psionics flowed like waves and condensed into the ten people at the forefront.

Because of accepting psionics beyond the limit, the blood vessels throughout the body protruded unevenly, and the 10 investigators poured out bloody tears and nosebleeds.

But they do not block the flow of psionics.

It’s like taking your own life.

I just swung the hem of my clothes with the last handful of psionics.

The waves of psionics caused by the ten monks piled up and washed over everything like a tidal wave.

The moment Ainsha, who was looking at the scene expressionlessly, flicked her finger and sent hundreds of weapons flying toward the tidal wave.

Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa!

The ending that had been decided before the fight began came to them.

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‘It takes too much.’

When Ainsha was fighting a fierce battle against her own clan.

Actually, Limon didn’t care as much as eye mucus.

I was just concentrating on thinking alone.

Even if I paid attention to the throwaway words that were placed to block pursuit and pass time in the first place, I would only play with the opponent’s target.

It was thanks to that.

That’s what Limon could sense was suspicious.

‘I don’t understand.’

There was a sense of incongruity from the beginning.

It is the unknown reluctance.

It became clearer the moment I saw this burning briefcase, which became clearer as I followed Tata’s trail.

‘The second person betrays the first person in order to gain more. Then what does this nanny get?’

money or power?

The perfect number one position?

Other organizations may be available.

However, it was impossible for the Seven Dragons.

It wasn’t just because other clans couldn’t stand to see such a rebellion.

Unlike common royalty, the princess of the Seven Dragons was an existence that could never be replaced.

Regardless of their strength or legitimacy, the seven princesses were the reason for the existence of the Seven Dragons.

Even Li Qingyu, who sold nearly half of the family’s property, lost trust and support, but that’s why he never rebelled.

In that respect, the betrayal of the White Dragon clan was mysterious in many ways.

‘What could I do if I betrayed in the first place?’

‘Even if that’s the case, the number of white dragons in this country won’t be much.’

‘It’s something that can be done to that extent…’ ‘

…I can’t believe it?’

Limon frowned.

It was because when I thought about my ability rather than my purpose, something came to my mind.

Rather than reasoning based on clear grounds, it was a vague and ambiguous premonition that emerged from imagining the worst case scenario.

However, Roh Kang-ho, Limon, did not ignore his senses.

Rather, he took out his smartphone and made a call somewhere to see if his senses were correct.

“It’s me.”

“There is something I want you to check right away.”

“Yes, right now. I did something for you, but you won’t say you can’t because you’re busy, right?”

“What is it…”

“…”

“…That’s enough.”

After a short call.

Limon put his smartphone in.

And after a moment of silence, a low voice murmured.

“Is it really like this?”

“A question. I want to know what this is.”

“Have you finished cleaning up already?”

“It’s been a while.”

Ainsha said that she waited.

Limon looked back at her casually and frowned at the scene behind the white-haired girl who stood tall like a stuffed rabbit.

“…Didn’t I tell you not to kill me?”

“I said. so I didn’t kill it. I just hit him.”

“Even if it’s like that, it’s okay because you put your life on the line, right? That’s pretty neat logic.”

Limon clicked his tongue.

Like broken limbs or coughing up blood.

It was because there were literally no half-corpses in the appearance of the hundred or so Baekryong Clan, all of whom had become unconscious.

Of course, even in the middle of this, it was a great thing to subdue without killing a single person.

But that also depends on the opponent.

To Limon, who knew the capabilities of the seven princesses better than anyone else, this result seemed like nothing more than burning all the trash because it was annoying to clean.

Of course, punishment for betrayal would have been included to some extent.

“But if it’s all over, why are you watching? without saying anything.”

“Because it doesn’t look good.”

“what?”

“…it’s nothing.”

Ainsha replied expressionlessly.

But her eyes were still staring at Limon.

‘As expected, it’s strange.’

When dealing with the investigations, I could see the future as clearly as reading the back pages of a book.

Why does my foresight blur when I stop looking at it?

Ainsha tilts her head at the unknown question.

Limon, who looked at her with suspicious eyes, turned around to say that.

“Anyway, it’s good that it’s over. I was about to do what you wanted anyway.”

“All right. Kill them all.”

“…anything other than that.”

“…?”

He seemed to be asking what else he wanted other than killing traitors.

Ainsha tilted her head slightly.

Limon looked at him and smiled.

Then, suddenly, he reached out and pulled her in.

Because it was such an unexpected action, Ainsha, who couldn’t resist and was held in Limon’s arms, finally opened her mouth with an expressionless face.

“I was surprised. It’s a surprise. I wonder if I should slap you.”

“Be quiet. I’m not used to this power yet, so I can’t accompany you if I don’t stick closely.”

Limon didn’t bother to explain in words to Ainsha, who blinked at the words he couldn’t understand the meaning of.

I just took a light step while holding her.

The scenery changes with each step.

After going through a few people and places.

When you finally stop walking.

Ainsha had no choice but to admit that this was ‘what she wanted’.

“…Princess, what kind of foolish figure are you?”

“…That’s something I don’t want to hear from only Tata.”

Except for the appearance in front of Tata in Limon’s arms in an outfit that showed off her legs and face, causing her to hear nagging with a dumbfounded face.